The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1887-11-12

late Penelope. l will go alone to my
doom. Turkey in the oven,> oyster
stufing cooked last night cranberrIes
broiled," soliloquized Mr. shingle ''we
shall see what weshall see"
Mrs. Shingle hadsannounced that din
ner would be ready at three O'clock.
Her liege, in order to make sure of it,
arrived at @ 80. "Oh! my darling,
am SO glad you haveacome, exclaimed
Mrs S. 81 am fixing up such lovely
little dinner. But, dear, there is no oil
in the house, no pepper, no vinegar. I've
searched everywhere, ana if the girl has
them l don't know where she keeps
them. Please go out and get some.
''But all the stores are closed, dear;
there is nothing to be had now Better
let your-what is it you want oil fora
Lettuce? Oh, lettuce is out of season.
Let it go. How about the turkey2"
DWELL, it's in the oven. l have the
stufing here Doesn't it look nice?
suppose | ought to have put the liver
and gizzard with the stutfing, but it's
Just as well perhaps to have them in the
roast pan. That's the way the girl told
me to do. This pan? Those are my
potatoes, To save time boiled them
with their skins on. Don't they look
niece Oh, yes; and here's a dish of
rice. The girl told me to cook it quick
and hard, but I'm afraid I've got it too
starchy. However, guess we can eat
it. Now, dear, you sit down and read
your paper, and Kitty and l will put on
dinner, won't we, pet?' and with this
Mrs. Single stopped to stroke her cat.
When the dinner came on Mr.. Single
buried his face in his napkin and said
nothing. He even projected four
horse power smile across the table, and
congratulated Mrs. Single on her mar
Vicious success. Then he cut off the
birds clamA severed the feathered head
and neck from the body, carved the un-
dulating bosom of the fowl, and applied
some of the stuf1ing from the adjacent
vegetable dish Then he gravely put
some of the broiled and dried-up cram
berries on a side dish, and witha jack
eted" potato as a garnlshment passed to
Mrs. Single her portion. While Mrs.
S. was cutting up her cats dinner she
went chattering on:
81 think it IS so NICE dear, to be able
to eat ones own dinner, cooked by ones
self. 1t is such comfort to know that
you are Independent of these wretched
girls Don't you think SO? Why, what's
the matter2"
Mr.. Single had by this time shaved
off slice of turkey bosom, and was
endeavorlng to make away with it. It.
was very dry, and his face seemed to
reveal something. Dear" he said, did
anybody ever tell you that the place for
turkey stufing was inside the turkey,
not on vegetable dish?"
''Why, no? The girl simply said pre-
pare your stufing so and so-who said
it was to go inside?'
Nobody; my mother used to do it
that way" said Mr.. Single meekly,
"thatS ALL
Here Mrs. Single began to bristleup,
and she remarked, "Well l wish your
mother had been then to cook this tur-
key"
''Poor dear soul, so do !, " replied Mr..
Single tiIially.
Mrs. S. looked at her liego, but hardly
knew how to take the remark.
''Now, dear, pursued the gentleman,
chow do you like fussing and cooking,
anyhow"
BY this time Mrs. Single had begun
her own dinner She nibbled at her bit
of turkey, she tasted the dressing, she
toyed wish the broiled cranberries and
buttered up her potato Then she said
after moment, rather softly, luxor"
What dearg'
''Do you know somehow this doesn't
seem to taste right l wonder if | could
have made mistaken
"Oh, no. Everything IS just right,
dare say. Bot don't you think that it is
a good deal Of trouble to get up meal
like bjs2 can see your face is flushed
and you look wearied and worn; and
after all you see II isn't a success. And